ADAM VAUGH
Another typically calm morning, I wake up hearing Connor arguing with Kayden and I think: “fuck, I’m getting old for this.” I’m already angry because they woke me so early and I come across Hunt trying to hit Kayden with a rolling pin.
“What the fuck is going on? Where are your manners? Aren’t you embarrassed of behaving like two brawler brats.”
Kayden is still a brat, but c’mon! Connie is 28, he’s passed the time of competing testosterone.
Connie gets his underwear from Kay and starts to complain.
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ADAM VAUGH She looks at me disturbed, with no understanding of how we end up in that humid and desert alley. She lowers her legs from my waist and cleared her blond hair out of her face. How can she be this pretty? Delicately I get a handkerchief from my pants pocket and clean between her legs, I still want to keep myself warm in this piece of heaven. I’ve received pictures and some information from the New York Bank robbery and I can’t really say a women as sweet as she was the coauthor of a robbery. Something is wrong or doesn’t fit. I’m still going to find out who is it. However, my instincts tell me I can believe in her, even though she’s hiding somethings.
ADAM VAUGH If there’s anything better in this world than waking up with the woman you desires by your side, I sincerely don’t know. Sam is laying down on my humble bed, with half her face covered by a cascade of golden hair like the sun and her lips half open, like they have been prepared to be kissed by me forever. I look and look again, still excited by conflicting feelings that invade me. I want this girl to me, with a huge intensity that scares me, but Sam is a huge mystery. She claims she’s not involved in the bank robbery, but she doesn’t give me proof, she doesn’t give me the possible suspects. And there’s still photos with that guy that’s is considered suspect in the crime,
SAMANTHA THOMPSON Adam brought me home, like the true gentleman he is. I open the door in an automatic way, still in ecstasy from the wonderful night I had and I kept thinking: I don’t know if I did the right thing in telling him about Igor and the New York robbery, but I’m a bit tired of all this. I’m tired of hiding, of running, of being afraid… If all my fears were only about my relationship with Adam going wrong, it would be way more simple, I’m truly scared about the cold blooded murderer I was sleeping with. I fear for Adam and for his brother’s lives. My god! How can a woman not fall in love with them?&nbs
ADAM VAUGH The sharp pain I’m feeling on my shoulder make me howl in pain. My body is still confused, as if something in me was still kind of out of place, I open my eyes very slowly and the sun light is on my face. My entire body shivers with the breeze that blows on my skin and I realize that I’m naked, naked and in an open space. I breath agitated and lost, with an anger that is hard to contain, the wolf in me is quiet and I’m still adapting to my skin, the man Adam. I get up tasty and scared, I look ahead and Sam is laying down in the middle of the woods, my shoulder is throbbing and I see a deep wound, but nothing that scavenger Kayden can’t fix.&nbs
SAMANTHA THOMPSON It has been two days since I’ve talked or spoke with Adam, it’s hard to concentrate at work, I’ve been having agitated sleepless night and I wake up in the middle of the night scared, still hearing the shots echo, the growl of the wolf that protected me in the middle of the woods, a swirl of thoughts and feelings that has been giving me more anxiety every day. Even though I know I acted correctly, that I’m protecting Adam and the boys, I miss my Damy, I miss hearing his low raspy voice, his male and delicious scent, his soft mouth stuck on mine, so yummy my sheriff, ah! Damy and his cuffs, the mean things he does with my hands tied and his mouth… I was released earlier from M
ADAM VAUGH I can’t remember when I slept so good… In my entire life, my sleep has always been agitated, so many worries, so many responsibilities on me. Sometimes I close my eyes and it’s so livid in my memory the image of my father’s pale and cold body. Uncle Quinn, from Garret pack, because he’s such an old family friend, helped me to dress dad, but I made sure to dress him to the funeral. My father was a handsome man, dark long hair, with livid brown eyes like Connie’s. I remember I combed his silky hair, so like Kayden’s, and without anyone seeing, I cried hidden. An
SAMANTHA THOMPSON There’s nothing better than a day off work, and it’s even more perfect if that day off happens to be a sunny Saturday, as beautiful as this one. Or am I seeing the day so pretty because I’m ridiculously in love? I sincerely don’t know how to answer this question, but you know something? Fuck it, I’m happy and I don’t want to think too much about it, after all this state of wellbeing is so unknown to me, I just want to live it, just feel it. Also, what woman would’t be in the clouds? I sit up
SAMANTHA THOMPSON Kayden finished his conversation with Mr. Quinn and they said good bye to each other, I thought that their conversation was so weird, the way that Mr. Quinn named the Forest. I don’t recall the entire conversation, but I do recall him saying something about trackers, packs, our people, after all, what people is this? Will it be something related to the Cherokee blood of the boys? I think about asking Adam about what they were talking and what made them so apprehensive, but if I ask about the conversation I heard, it will seem like I’m prying in their lives. And they were all so kind in welcoming me in their